All language subtitles for Middlemarch S01E05

To make a will like that, coupling
her name with this man Ladislaw,

what a damned insult to Dorothea!

He has made a codicil
to his will,

to say the property is all
to go away from you

if you marry Mr Ladislaw.

Then you approve of my going away
for years and never coming back

again until I have made my mark
in the world?

200 - how's that for a bargain? Hm?

Give me 200 and I'll go away.

I'll pick up my portmanteau at
the turnpike, and then...

..off like a bullet!

GUNSHOT

Tertius...

Oh, don't be angry with me!

SHE SOBS

Tertius, are you?

Are you angry with me?

Afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon, Mr Farebrother!
Hello, Fred!

Welcome to Lowick.

Have you come to see my new home?

I've come to ask a favour of you.

I'm ashamed to ask, but there's
no-one else I can consult.

I'm glad to be of service.

Forgive me while I try and get
some order out of this chaos!

Henry, will you hurry with this rug?

It does seem uncommonly hard
on my father, and I feel like

an ungrateful dog, but I...

I can't bear the thought of
going into the Church.

I just don't divinity
and preaching, and...

..feeling obliged to look
serious all the time!

Like me, you mean?

I used to wish I'd been anything
rather than a clergyman.

But I'm not cut out for it -
I like riding across country

and doing what other men do!

Then there's another hindrance.

There's someone I'm very fond of.

I've loved her ever since
we were children.

HE SIGHS

Miss Garth, I suppose?

Yes. I shouldn't mind anything
if she would have me.

Do you think she returns
your feelings?

She will never say so, but
I do think she cares about me.

What I wanted to ask you...

Would you talk to her?

About me?

You see, she is against my being
a clergyman.

And I don't know what to do unless
I can get at her feeling.

I would like to learn farming,
but that takes capital

and Father can't spare any more.

And he says that there's no more
room for me in his trade.

But if only she'd give me
some encouragement,

I'd find some other occupation
to make me worthy of her -

I know I would! Why are you
asking me, Fred?

Surely, you should talk
to her yourself.

No, she made me promise
not to speak about it again.

But she might listen to what you
have to say.

She thinks so highly of you.

You're very confident that I shall
plead your case for you.

You must feel it to be
a very deserving one.

Oh, it isn't that,
Mr Farebrother. It's...

It's just that I don't know
how I could live

without the hope of her.

It would be like learning to
live with wooden legs.

Please.

Speak to her for me.

STREET NOISE AND CHATTER

In here, sir.

These are difficult times,
Dr Lydgate.

I know what good work you do
in Middlemarch.

I wish there were more who shared
your high opinion.

Middlemarch men are slow to change.

You have to be patient.

I know you've had
considerable expenses.

Yes, purchasing the practice,
and the house, of course, but...

..the two outstanding debts at
present are to yourself

for the silver plate, the cutlery
and the jewellery,

and to Harker for the furniture.

I must tell you plainly,
Mr Spooner,

I have not the wherewithal
at present to pay either of you.

I appreciate your frankness,
Dr Lydgate.

And Mr Harker's asking for
immediate payment?

Yes... Yes, he is.

I understand he has creditors
of his own.

You're not inclined to seek help
from Mr Bulstrode to pay your bill?

No, no.

I, er...

No, in view of, erm....
Public business, quite.

Above suspicion -
very right and proper.

Well...

You have the bill of sale
for the furniture?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Yes...

I'll take this over, Dr Lydgate.

Along with what you already owe
this establishment, that would make

£527 altogether, at 5%.
Is that agreeable?

I appreciate your understanding.

A young professional man,
establishing himself.

And the security is good.

My valuer, Mr Manley,
will need to visit the house

to take an inventory.

An inventory?

I shouldn't have thought
that would be necessary.

Can't you go by the original
bill of sale?

I've found from long experience,
Dr Lydgate, it's better to do

these things in the proper way.

It avoids misunderstandings.

You'll find my men
will be very tactful.

Mrs Lydgate will hardly know
they're there, sir.

I cannot say for certain
I'll EVER be his wife.

Certainly I will never be his wife
if he becomes a clergyman.

How could I love a man who takes up
a profession he doesn't care about

only because it's considered
"a gentleman's calling"?

He would be ridiculous!

Do you think I am too hard on him?

Well, he did ask me to report
exactly what you think.

But tell me, if he braved
all the difficulties of getting

his bread in some other way,

would you then give him
the support of hope?

Might he then count on winning you?

I don't think he should put such
questions until he has done

something worthy, instead of
talking about it and boasting

what he could do if he tried!

SHE SIGHS

Pardon me, Mary...

I think you might say more.

Can he count on your
remaining single until

he has earned your hand, or not?

To put it another way...

..is it possible
you might consider

bestowing your affections...

..on...

..another man?

When a woman's feelings
touch the happiness

of more lives than one...

..it is kinder...

It is kinder to ALL...

..to be perfectly...

..direct and open.

Since you think it's my duty,
Mr Farebrother...

..I must tell you.

I do have so strong
a feeling for Fred...

..that I could never give him up
for anyone else.

I could never be happy...

..if I thought he was unhappy
for the loss of me.

And, more than anything...

..I long for him to do something

that will make him worthy of
everyone's respect.

Thank you, Mary.

Now I've fulfilled my commission.

HE SIGHS

With this prospect before him,
we shall get Fred

into the right niche somehow.

HE LAUGHS

I hope I shall live long enough to
join your hands in marriage.

Oh...

Please stay!

Let me give you some tea.

No, my dear.

I must be getting back.

MUSIC: Leichte Sonate
by Beethoven

SHE STOPS PLAYING

Come.

Come and sit by me.

Rosy...

..I'm afraid this will hurt you,

but there are things
we must face together.

Ever since our marriage,

our expenses have
exceeded our income

and I've been forced to borrow
against the security of

our furniture and plate.

I still hope this will be
a temporary expedient -

after all, we are owed almost as
much as we owe other - but, well...

..these things must be done in what
Middlemarch calls "the proper way".

And tomorrow some men are coming
to make an inventory

of the furniture.

It's only as security -
they won't take anything away.

Just to make a list of what
we are offering as, well, security.

Have you asked Papa for money?

No, of course not.

Then I shall.

No, Rosy, I don't wish you
to do that.

In any case, it's too late.

No, you can send the men away
tomorrow when they come.

That isn't possible,

and I must insist your father isn't
told unless I choose to tell him.

Maybe your uncle Godwin would help.

If we were to visit him...

We're not wanted at
my uncle's, Rosy.

You don't know everything, Tertius!

Captain Lydgate said Sir Godwin
had the highest opinion of

his nephew's talents and that
"Mrs Lydgate was the most

beautiful woman that ever
graced the table there!

Those were the words of a coxcomb
trying to turn your head

with flattery.

Understand me when I tell you that
it is useless to appeal to

my family for help!

Then why do you tell me at all?

What do you want from me?

What can I do?!

Try not to grieve. We...

We shall weather it.

We must, somehow,
change our way of living.

I have been a thoughtless rascal.

But you are so clever that
if you turn your mind to managing,

you'll soon school me
into carefulness.

Can we not leave Middlemarch,

and go to London, Tertius,
or Bath,

or to Durham, where your family
is known?

We can go nowhere without money,
Rosamond.

Come.

Look...

This is Spooner's account.

He tells me he'll take a good
deal of the plate back again,

and any of the jewellery we like.

He's being very good about it.

Are we to go without knives
and forks, then?

No, of course not.

See...

..I have marked a number of things
here that we rarely use.

I have not marked any of
the jewellery. No.

It's useless for me to look.

You must return what you please.

DOOR CLOSES

Here is all the jewellery
you ever gave me.

You can return what you like of it.

And any of the plate as well.

Please don't expect me to stay
at home tomorrow.

I shall go to Papa's.

And when will you come back?

Oh, in the evening.
You needn't worry -

I shan't mention the subject
to Mama.

Rosy!

Now we're married, you shouldn't
leave me by myself

in the first trouble that has
come to us.

I shall do everything
it becomes me to do.

It is surely better to manage
the thing ourselves

and let the servants see
as little of it as possible.

Very well.

I will stay at home.

Thank you.

I shan't touch your jewels!

I shall write out a list of plate
that we can return.

We shall not miss that.
Oh, there's no ink!

Here, Tertius, let me get it
for you.

Oh, Rosy, come!

Let us make the best of things.
It will only be for a time.

Kiss me?

MRS CADWALLADER: Ah, Dorothea!
Just in time.

You see, Mrs Cadwallader, I am not
yet run into madness or melancholy!

I see, my dear, very well, and
with very great pleasure!

Dear, do take off that cap.
I'm sure it makes you feel ill.

Not at all. I'm used to it now.

I feel rather exposed when
it's off.

I must see you without it.

It makes us all warm!

There!
SIR JAMES: Ah, Much better!

No need to make a slavery of
mourning, not amongst your friends.

My dear, a widow must wear
her mourning for at least a year!

Well, not if she marries again
before the end of it!

Well, that is very rare, I hope!

No friend of ours ever committed
herself in that way -

except Mrs Beevor.

And severely she was punished
for it!

They say Captain Beevor dragged her
about by the hair

and held up loaded pistols at her!

Oh, but if she took the wrong man!

Any marriage is wrong then,
first or second.

But if she can marry blood,
beauty and bravery...

..the sooner the better!

I think the subject of this
conversation is very ill-chosen.

Suppose we change it?

Well, not on my account.

I have quite other thoughts
about my life.

I shall never marry again.

You see, I have been thinking

about what to do at Lowick.

I am going to build a kind of colony
there, where everybody shall live

and everybody shall work,
and the work shall be done well.

I want to know every one of
the people, and be their friend.

I will have consultations with
Mr Garth - he will tell me what is

possible and how to go about it.

Well!

Oh, Dodo!

Well, then, you'll be happy,
if you have plans again.

BABY GURGLES

CELIA: And so will little Arthur!

Thank you!

Arthur says when he grows up
he will have great plans,

and consult with Mr Garth about
them every day, won't you, baby?

ARTHUR GURGLES

I feel as if I have been losing
control of my life, Farebrother.

I neglect my private practice
for the new hospital.

Bills mount up.

I seem to have lost some...

..intellectual edge I once had.

Oh, come!

Your work on cholera is
widely admired!

Any fool could have done that.

It's simply a matter of public
education and better cleanliness!

I wanted to do something
fundamental,

discover what primal unit of life
it is...

Oh, God!

I can't even manage my own
household budget, it seems.

Well, there you have a lovely wife,

to share the burden with you!

Yes, she's lovely, isn't she?

My wife is, after all,
a lovely woman.

Mm.

I must be going.

I have kept you up too late.

Lydgate...

..you were a great help to me
not so long ago.

But your help with the curacy
at Lowick has enabled me

to change the course of my life,

and for the better.

I don't wish to embarrass you,

but is there any way that
I can help you now?

Not unless you were very rich.

No, I have dug myself in,
but I shall dig myself out.

Ah, forgive me, Farebrother.

I'm not usually such a bear.

It's only money, after all.

I'd site the cottages on higher
ground than you have them here.

That's marshy ground down
in that hollow.

Drain it as many times as you like,
you'd never get rid of the damp.

It'll have to be levelled.

It seems likely you'll lose some
land to the railway.

There's a great deal of fear and
doubt about it amongst the farmers.

But I see it as an opportunity.

The compensation will help
finance your colony.

Good!

And do you think we might build
a cottage industry here at Lowick?

I thought perhaps a pottery.
Aye, why not?

The clay's good hereabouts,

and people will always be
wanting crocks.

I'll go back and make up
new working drawings

and cost the whole thing up
directly.

Excellent. Excellent good work
to do!

Just the sort of meat I like to
get my teeth into!

You've made me very happy today.

It will involve great expense.

Oh, I don't mind about that,
Mr Garth!

PIANO PLAYS: Sonatina in C Major
by Clementi

MUSIC STOPS

We are like two prisoners,
aren't we?

Are we?

I think so.

I am a prisoner of poverty,

we are both prisoners of gossip,

and you are a prisoner of love...

..I believe. Oh?

Tertius wondered why you stayed on
so long in Middlemarch

after saying you were leaving.

I said, "I think I know."

There is a powerful magnet in
this neighbourhood. To be sure!

No-one knows that better than you!
SHE LAUGHS

I speak of Mrs Casaubon.

What a romance it would make!

A jealous old husband
laying a plan to spoil

his young wife's happiness,

and making a will in which
she would forfeit her property

if she marries his young cousin!

And then I'm sure the end
will be thoroughly romantic!

Where did you hear this?

From my brother Fred.

I thought everyone in the county
had heard of it.

You mean you didn't know
of it yourself?

No, I did not.

Great God!

I dare say she will like you
better than the property.

When shall we hear of the marriage?

Never!

You will never hear of it!

It's an outrage that
that young adventurer Ladislaw

is still walking about Middlemarch,
proud as a peacock

as if he had every right to.

Well, I suppose he has, Sir James.

I know it's a disgrace to be
a foreigner,

but unfortunately it's not
yet a crime.

Come, come, it is no joking matter,
Mrs Cadwallader.

I suppose the whole county knows
by now about

the terms of Casaubon's will.

By remaining here, he makes
Dorothea a subject of gossip

and speculation.

Yes, you're quite right.

And from what I hear, he's done
little for young Mrs Lydgate's

reputation either.

I'd be wondering how he could broach
the matter to Dorothea without...

Well, without...

It is damnably difficult,
forgive me.

Enough. I understand.

You shall be innocent.

I don't mean that it's of
any consequence, only...

Only it's desirable Dorothea should
know that there are reasons why

she should not receive him again.

And I really can't say so to her.

It will come lightly from you.

Trust me, Sir James. Trust me.

Oh, I hear you're going to Tipton,
my dear.

May I come with you?

Young Mr Ladislaw, as
I understand it,

has still not gone from Middlemarch.

That report was a false one.

He prefers, apparently,
to spend his day warbling

with your Dr Lydgate's wife.

Or lying on her rug, some say.

But people from manufacturing towns
were always disreputable.

Mrs Cadwallader, you began by saying
that one report was false -

why should this one not be
false as well?

I shall not hear evil spoken
of Mr Ladislaw.

He has suffered too much
injustice already.

Well, heaven grant it, my dear.

I mean that all bad tales
may be false.

But it is a pity that
young Lydgate married one of

the Middlemarch girls.

I mean, wasn't he the
son of somebody?

Ah, well...

One cannot be wise for other people.

Ooh!

A chill breeze.

I do not know why we English
stubbornly persevere

with open carriages.

I know you don't want to
believe me, Dorothea,

but it would be scandalous
if you received a man

who conducts himself...

POST-HORN BLOWS

Mr Bambridge!

I'm needing a first-rate gig-horse.

I don't suppose you know
of one that would fit the bill?

Ah, that I do, Mr Hawley!

A nice little grey over at...

GET OUT! I am getting out!

Don't distress yourself,
dear ladies.

I know when I am not wanted.
I have friends!

Take care with that portmanteau,
you ruffians!

Give us some money! Get off!

Go on, give us some money!

BAMBRIDGE: Get off out of it!
Off with you, go on!

Oh, thank you. Thank you kindly.

You find John Raffles at a temporary
low ebb in his fortunes.

I have to visit a dear friend -
old Nick Bulstrode of Stone Court.

Mr Bulstrode?

Ah! A friend of yours, sir?

Oh, Nick is a dear friend!

I'm going that way, sir.

I can take you. Nick will pay!

Oh, he's paid before,
and he'll pay again! This way.

Oh, loves to see me.

Loves to pay!

You're a saint and a Christian, sir!

Say no more, sir.
You're very welcome.

Such a pity that your uncle
had to run away to France

and shut up the Grange.

Such a relief that he's coming home.

Will you come in, Mrs Cadwallader?

No, my dear, I shall just take
a walk through the garden.

Good afternoon, Mrs Kell.

Uncle's asked me to sort a few
things out for him.

But won't Mrs Casaubon...
I shan't be long.

Mr Ladislaw is here!

Well, thank you, Mrs Kell.

I wrote to you today.

I am going away immediately.

I could not go without speaking
to you again.

I thought we had parted when you
came to Lowick many weeks ago.

Yes. But when we spoke before I was
dreaming I might come back some day.

I don't...think I ever will now.

I wanted to say...

..that I have only lately heard
the terms of Mr Casaubon's will.

They insult me grossly,

both in your eyes and in
the eyes of others.

I wanted to say that
under no circumstances...

..would I give men the chance
of saying I sought money...

..under the pretext
of seeking something else.

There was no need of any
safeguard against me.

Your wealth is safeguard enough!

I'm sure no safeguard
was ever needed against you.

I must go.

What will you do?

Oh, I shall work away at
the first thing that offers.

I suppose one gets a habit of
doing without happiness or hope.

Oh, what sad words!

There are things a man can only
go through once in his life.

This experience has happened
to me while I'm still very young,

that's all.

What I care for more than
I can ever care...

..for anything else...

..is absolutely forbidden me.

I have never done you any injustice.

Please remember me.

How can you say that?

As if I were not in danger
of forgetting everything else!

HE SLURS: I think must have caught
a chill on the road,

somewhere around Stoney Stanton.

It's a cold, damp place...

..is Stoney Stanton.

Oh, warming up now.

Oh, warming up.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Ah! Nicky's a good boy...

You can say what you like.

Are you there, Nicky?

Oh, beggar me,
I'm talking to myself.

I don't understand it,
Nicholas.

Surely he has no further
claim on us?

He is one of God's creatures,
Harriet. That is his claim.

"If thou doest it for the least of
my brethren, thou doest it for me."

But, Nicholas... I know, my dear -
he is repulsive, degraded.

But you need not see
or speak to him.

Mrs Abel will tend to his needs,

and I shall send him away at first
light tomorrow in my own carriage.

You are very good, Nicholas.

I knew him in other days before
he had sunk so deep... Nick!

Nicky, ol' man?

Oh, come and keep me company.

HE MUTTERS INCOHERENTLY

SNORING

HE MOANS

Wake up!

Wake up, sir!

HE GROANS

You be silent, sir, and hear
what I have to say.

My carriage will be here in ten
minutes at seven o'clock,

and I shall conduct you as far as
Ilsley myself.

I will furnish you a reasonable sum,

but if you present yourself here
again, if you return to Middlemarch,

if you use your tongue against me,
you will have to live on such

fruits as your malice can bring.
Oh...

I know the worst you can do
against me, and I shall brave it

if you dare to thrust yourself
on me again.

Now get up, sir,
and do as I order you.

Or I shall send for the constable to
take you off my premises!

HE GRUNTS

But he will return!

If death doesn't take him first.

Why do You allow him
to torment me so?!

A bit more to the left, there.

No more!

Right, let's take the next 50.

Off you go.

To your left a bit.

Them railwaymen are taking
the same measurements, Mr Garth.

That's right, Tom.

BABBLE OF VOICES

We're at the same work today.

We'll be with 'em by and by.

MAN: Damn those railwaymen.
The country's overrun with them!

They'll be cutting the land into
sixes and sevens!

Go and cut up land in
another parish!

Come on, let's get 'em, lads!
ALL: Away with ye! Come on!

Mr Garth, look.

Go and see what's happening, Tom.

SHOUTING: Come back here, you!

What are you doing?!

Aye, that's it!

Tom...

Tom?

What are you playing at,
you damn fools?!

You come down 'ere!

I'll teach you a lesson!
You get down off that 'orse!

Don't be a damn fool, man!

You're a coward, you are!

I'll see you hanged or transported,
every last one of you,

if you've killed that boy!

We were only a'ter a bit o' fun,
weren't we, lads?

Aye.

Only a bit of fun!

How is he, Mr Garth?

He's just coming round.

He can have my horse and go on
up to Yoddrell's Farm.

They'll take care of him.

I'd best go and speak with them.

Why, now, lads!

How's this, then?

Someone's been telling you lies!

The railroad does no harm.

Does no harm?

They make cows cast their calves!

And carve a great slice through
a poor man's land,

and the law says nothing to it.

Nonsense! Railway's a good thing.

Good for big folk to make money
out on! Aye!

What about the poor man, Mr Garth?

If times are hard, it's not
the railway makes them,

so those men are on
this land legally.

And if you meddle with them,
it'll only mean the constable,

and the handcuffs,
and Middlemarch jail.

So what's it to be, lads?

Live and let live?

Live and let live!

No need to stir up trouble.

I seen lots o' new things come up
since I were a young'un.

The war, the peace, the canals -

it's all alike to the poor man.

Big folks makes money,

and the poor man gets pushed aside!
Aye. That's true.

But then you're for the big folks,
Mr Garth.

We're all sorry about
the lad, like. Aye.

Didn't mean him no harm.

You'll tell him that?

I will, Timothy.

All right, then.

Up you get. There you go.

You feeling better now, Tom?

I'm all right, Mr Garth.
Good lad.

Well...

That's my day's work gone!

Oh, I could help you, Mr Garth.

Aye, Fred.

You could!

Do you think I'm too old
to learn your business?

Do you think I might be
any good in it?

I thought you were for
the Church, Fred.

I don't want to go into the Church,
Mr Garth.

And Mary won't have me if I do.

Ah. And I know a bit about
land and cattle.

And you know I used to wish for land
of my own, well,

to learn to manage land for others
would be the next best thing.

What have you said to your father
about this?

Nothing yet. I don't like to
disappoint him.

But how could I know when I was 15
what would be right for me to do?

My education was a mistake.

I know I have no claim on you,
Mr Garth.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

No, Fred. You have a claim.

The young'uns always have a claim
on the old to help 'em forward.

Come to my office tomorrow at nine,
and we'll talk about it.

Nine sharp, mind.

Thank you, Mr Garth!

Thank you with all my heart.

Right. Let's get this work done!

You have thrown away your education
and gone down a step in life,

when I'd hoped to see you rise!

I have no more to say.
I wash my hands of you.

I only hope, when you've a son
of your own, he'll make you

a better return for all
the pains you spend on him!

I'm sorry that we differ, Father.

I hope you won't object to
my remaining at home.

I shall be able to pay for my board
now, and I would wish to, of course.

Well, of course - your mother
would want you to stay!

And board? Be hanged!
You're still my boy, Fred!

Let's hear no more of that nonsense.

I shall keep no horse for you,
you understand?

And you can pay for your own tailor!

You'll do with a suit or two less,

I fancy, when you have
to pay for 'em!

Will you shake hands
with me, Father?

Oh...

Yes.

Yes, yes!

Say no more about it.

MR GARTH: It's...come about
as I thought, Susan.

The children are fond of each other.

Fred and Mary, I mean.

I believe they love each other,
Susan.

I think she'll be the making of him.

Fred has asked me to teach him
farm management and surveying,

and the whole business.

Caleb!

Our Mary could have had a man worth
20 Fred Vincys,

Mr Farebrother!

Of course, now that Fred has used
him as an envoy,

there is an end to that!

Well...

..that would have made me
very proud and happy.

But you took me,
though I was a plain man.

The lad is good at bottom, Susan.

And he loves and honours our Mary
beyond anything.

It would break him to lose her.

He has put his soul in my hands,

and I must do my best for him,
so help me, God.

It's my duty, Susan.

Bless you, Caleb.

Our children have a good father.

MRS VINCY: The best natured -
he's the most handsome young man

in Middlemarch, to want to marry
such a plain, low little thing,

and to give up the Church to be
an estate manager!

Very lowering, Vincy!

I'm quite cut up about it!
Well, that's children.

They're bound to be trouble.
And Rosy's as bad!

Husband up to the necks in debt!

Well, they'll get no money from me
because I've got none.

The bank owns me, lock, stock and
barrel, so that's that!

Don't look dull, Lucy.

Don't make it worse by letting me
see you out of spirits.

I'll drive you to Riverston
tomorrow.

I think we shall have
to move house, Rosy.

As a temporary expedient.

We must clear the debt on
the furniture within a few months.

I think I see one way out.

Ned Plymdale is going to be married
to Miss Sophy Toller.

Oh...

I'm sure they'd be glad to
take this place with

most of the furniture.

They'd pay handsomely for the lease.

I was thinking of asking Trumbull
to negotiate for us.

I am sorry.

And I know it's painful,
but we have to do something!

I could never have believed
that you would like to act

in this way!

Like it? Of course I don't like it!

It's the only thing I can do!

PLEASE can we sell up and leave
Middlemarch altogether?

To do what?

What's the use of leaving my work
here in Middlemarch

to go where I have none?

We should be just as penniless
elsewhere as we are here!

If we are to be penniless
it will be your fault, Tertius!

Why couldn't you show a proper
regard for your family?

Sir Godwin was very kind to me
when we were in Quallingham.

And I'm sure that if you
showed a proper regard for him,

he would do ANYTHING for you!

But instead you like giving up
our house and furniture

to Mr Ned Plymdale!

Well, if you'll have it so,
I DO like it.

I like it better than making
a fool of myself by begging

where it's no use!

Understand, then...

SHE SCREAMS

..that it is what I like to do!

Oh, Rosy, Rosy!

(Rosamund?)

Rosamund...

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Oh, we MUST love one another,
we must love one another!

If we don't, we have nothing.
Tertius!

Oh, Rosy...

To be without you...
I couldn't bear it!

Tertius, you're still dressed!
Oh, Rosy!

Oh, hold me...!

DOOR OPENS

Mrs Garth.

Mr Garth will be down

in a moment. >

Thank you, Fred.

I am just reading
this letter from Alfred.

How is Alfred?
He's just won a prize
as best apprentice in his year!

He puts me to shame.

Yes, Fred. I'm afraid he does.

I know you think
I'm very undeserving.

But as long as my friends
have not given me up, >

I'm not going to give myself up.

And I have another encouragement
that means more to me than anything.

That I might win Mary, I mean.

I expect Mr Garth told you?

I don't expect
you were surprised. >

Not surprised that Mary encouraged
you? Yes, I confess I was surprised.

I mean, not surprised I love Mary.

She never gave me
any encouragement
when I spoke to her myself,

but when Mr Farebrother
spoke for me,
she told him there was hope.

You made a mistake in asking
Mr Farebrother to speak for you.

Did I?

How? I don't understand!

< Yes!

The young are blind to all
but their own wishes!

You mean... >

..Mr Farebrother
is in love with Mary?!

If it were so, Fred,
I think you are the last person
who ought to be astonished!

Is Mary here now, Mrs Garth?

Yes. She's in the orchard, Fred.

< I believe she is talking
to Mr Farebrother.

INAUDIBLE

THEY LAUGH

GALES OF LAUGHTER

Fred! Is Mr Garth returned?

Yes, he's in his office. Good.

Bear with me -
I must have a word with him.

What a comical expression, Fred! >

What ARE you thinking?
< It's no use. You'll marry him!

< He beats me in every way!

You're very ungrateful!

He spoke up for you. >

I AM grateful,

but I just know he'll bowl me out!

Oh, Fred!

What a fool you are.

Couldn't you see
he left us together on purpose?

Oh.

And now you've wasted
your chance.

And serves you right!

THEY GOSSIP

MRS PLYMDALE:

Oh, yes, thank you,

Ned is VERY happy!

And WE are very happy
for him.

Sophy Toller is all I could
desire in a daughter-in-law.

A nice girl.
No airs or pretensions.

She is very agreeable.
There's every prospect
of their being happy.

Do you know which house
they will take?

They must take what they can get.
They have seen a house...

< It is in St Peter's Place,
near the church - it is
a genteel situation.

But the windows are very narrow.

YOU don't happen to know
any house that might be free now,
or in the near future?

Me...?

Oh...no. I'm sorry.
I hear so little of these things.

PIANO PLAYS: "A Song Without Words"
by Mendelssohn

HE HUMS TO THE MUSIC

SHE STOPS PLAYING

You're a good girl, Rosy.

What are all those papers, Tertius?

I suddenly got the notion I might be
able to do something experimental.

I set it aside, as I couldn't see
how to go on with it,

but now, well...there may be some
powers of ratiocination
left in my head after all!

By the way, I forgot to tell
you: Ned Plymdale has already
taken a house,

in St Peter's Place.

I met his mother, and she told me.

Oh, damn!

Well,
perhaps someone else may turn up.

Trumbull will be on the look-out.

How much do these disagreeable
people want so they will not
trouble us any more?

More than I am likely to get
anywhere. Tertius?!

At least a thousand.

But I must consider what I shall do

without it, not with it.

I shall ask Trumbull to advertise
in The Pioneer and The Trumpet.

Tertius...?

What?

I went to see Trumbull today, and I
ordered him not to enquire further.

May I ask why?

Ned Plymdale had already taken
a house.

I knew it would be very injurious
to your position

if it was known that you wished
to part with your house.

And I had a very strong objection
to it.

I should have thought
that that was reason enough!

You had "reason enough"...

..to contradict my orders secretly
and treat me like a fool?!

Can you possibly understand
the consequences?!

Is it any use to tell you again
why we must part with the house?

No, it is not necessary
for you to tell me again.

I remember what you said. You spoke
as violently as you did just now.

But it is my opinion that
you should try every other means,

rather than take a step
which is so painful to me...
and so degrading to you!

And if I disregard your opinion
as you do mine?

Oh, you may do so, of course!
You may do so.

But I think you should have told me
before we married that you'd place

me in the worst position

rather than give up your own will!

When we were married, everyone felt
your position would be VERY high!

I could not have imagined then
that you would like
to sell our furniture!

Take a house where the rooms
are like cages!

If we ARE to live in that way,
let us at least LEAVE Middlemarch!

Indeed, if I didn't happen
to be deep in debt!

Many people have had debts. If they
are respectable, people trust them.

May I at least request that you will

not see Trumbull at present -

until it has been seen
that there ARE no other means?!

Surely YOU should promise
not to go behind my back?!

What a mess you have made!!

Ohhh!

I hate your stupid experiments!

I HATE them!

I...!

DOOR SLAMS

'There will be a first-class
medical school in Middlemarch...

'I'll do good work for Middlemarch,
and great work for the world...

'There is much I want to achieve...

'You see, I am ambitious...

'In five years' time,
I might look for a wife,
but you know my real passion...'